Page 81 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
This was new. Perhaps the mate bond was amping up the effects of the pre-cog. Great.
I heard soft footsteps behind me and a gentle hand lifted my sweaty hair away from my face. A soft cloth was placed at the back of my neck.
That felt good.
“Done?” Caly asked. I nodded. Grabbing some paper I wiped my mouth. The pinging was still there, but the nausea had passed. Reaching over me, Caly flushed the toilet then helped me to my feet. “Can you rest?”
“Note a hope in hell.”
Marguerite took one look at me, as I staggered back to the couch on Caly’s arm. “I’m getting the doctor. Bastien wouldn’t want you suffering like this.”
“Don’t need a doctor,” I mumbled. “I’ll cope.”
Marguerite’s hands went to her hips. “It’s either a doctor or Simon puts you into a magical sleep. We know Bastien’s in trouble but right now we can’t do anything about it. Our lawyers are the best there is, and we need to let them do their thing. Youare already exhausted and I’m guessing this whole shebang has only just begun.”
I didn’t want to sleep. “Give me something for the pain in my head and I’ll be fine.”
“Define fine,” Simon said, his eyes calmly assessing.
Could I stick out my tongue to the man who’d been my Professor in Advanced Magic Theory and who was now my father-in-law? Woah. That was a trippy thought.
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“Don’t make me sleep. I want to know when anything happens. Just make the pain go away.”
“Alright honey,” Marguerite said. “I’ll get the doctor.”
It was probably only five minutes until there was another knock on the door. While we waited, Caly had found a blanket and draped it over me. I’d started by sitting up on the couch, but slowly I’d tipped over. My head felt like it was going to explode.
There was the soft murmuring of voices. Somewhere along the line, my eyes had drifted shut. Opening them was a struggle.
Squinting against the light, I focused on the older man with kind Shifter eyes who crouched down in front of me. “Hey Doc.” This was Dr Evansleigh, Bastien’s personal doctor.
“You not doing so well right now, Electra?”
“Been better.”
“Can you tell me what’s been happening?”
I flicked my eyes to Marguerite. Could I trust the Doc? She nodded. “Got a bad headache.” My tongue was heavy in my mouth. “Induced by my pre-cog. There’s a situation and I’m just trying to ride it out.”
“Like when Caly was in trouble?” Vaguely I recalled that Bastien had rung the doctor for advice that time.
“Worse.”
“All right. I can give you pain relief and a light sedative if you want it.”
“Will it make me sleep?”
“It might make you a bit drowsy, but it won’t send you to sleep. It will help with the anxiety.”
I nodded. That sounded blissful.
“I wouldn’t mind some too,” Marguerite muttered under her breath. “We’re all going a bit nuts waiting for news.”
The doctor snorted as he rummaged in the bag he’d dropped on the couch beside me. “There’s not much point me giving you any Marguerite. Your Shifter metabolism will burn it off in no time.”
Pulling out a bottle and syringe, he started to prepare the medication. “I just need to confirm that you aren’t pregnant.”
